Sick? I think so
"Do we need to get you a bed next to grandma in the hospital?"
-my aunt
Alright, so last Saturday was a disaster, to say the least. I spent $150 on some awesome ass clothes at Giant Tiger during my outing with my mom, aunt, sister and grandma. At 10 at night, just as I'm about to limber off to bed, I hear my grandma yell, "SANDY!" I clomp downstairs to see if my dad heard her and the next thing I know, 911 has been called.
My grandma can't breathe, some hot firemen arrive, just as a nude scene appears on my grandma's TV (and their reaction was hysterical; the one jumped in front of the screen with his arms outsplayed so she couldn't see the screen and yelled, "No wonder you can't breathe!"). Then some hot ambulance guys arrive - they clearly were handling my grandma, she had oxygen on, I was allowed to oggle.
They drive off, my mom and I get in the van and drive over to the hospital, arriving just after the ambulance. We're told to wait for 15 minutes while she gets settled and then they'll call us in. At midnight (clearly a LOT longer than 15 minutes later), as I'm snacking on my teddy grams, my mom tells me to harass the nurse to find out what's going on. She let's us in, we see my grandma who has an oxygen mask covering her entire head practically (I laughed so hard) and the doctor tells us they're waiting for the test results back but she'l be moved to ICU right after so there's no point in sticking around.
We go home and come back 10 hours later to see her in ICU. A day later she gets moved to the 4th floor and she's been there since. They STILL don't know what's wrong with her and are doing more tests. She's trying to kill herself by taking her oxygen off and running around the halls till she's coughing for air. Silly granny. She's supposed to be out in a day or so but she's doing quite fine besides the coughing till she passes out nonsense.
My entire reading week was a waste as I did absolutely nothing. It was joyous. And very hermit like as I didn't talk to anyone outside my family and I didn't really go anywhere outside the hospital and my house. I start my placement on Monday at 8:30 am at OLP junior YMCA and I think I'm going to want to kill myself or the kids before the day is out. I'll probably reconsider my career ... again, to be honest. Ughh I don't know what I want to do. No, actually, I do. I'll just die if I pursue it because I'm friken allergic to animals *sigh*
Holy fuck I do not feel well at all. My stomach hurts like hell and I think I'm going to be sick. Ughhhhhh ... and I have a headache! Do you not love my whining and complaining? The weather needs to warm it's ass up so I can get out. I'm very antsy and desperately want to go to London.
Oh! And Felicia invaded my house today lol she arrives just in time for dinner and then takes over my computer. I didn't mind, I was bored and too antsy to care about anything to be honest.
//Don't forget to change your clocks!
-my aunt
Alright, so last Saturday was a disaster, to say the least. I spent $150 on some awesome ass clothes at Giant Tiger during my outing with my mom, aunt, sister and grandma. At 10 at night, just as I'm about to limber off to bed, I hear my grandma yell, "SANDY!" I clomp downstairs to see if my dad heard her and the next thing I know, 911 has been called.
My grandma can't breathe, some hot firemen arrive, just as a nude scene appears on my grandma's TV (and their reaction was hysterical; the one jumped in front of the screen with his arms outsplayed so she couldn't see the screen and yelled, "No wonder you can't breathe!"). Then some hot ambulance guys arrive - they clearly were handling my grandma, she had oxygen on, I was allowed to oggle.
They drive off, my mom and I get in the van and drive over to the hospital, arriving just after the ambulance. We're told to wait for 15 minutes while she gets settled and then they'll call us in. At midnight (clearly a LOT longer than 15 minutes later), as I'm snacking on my teddy grams, my mom tells me to harass the nurse to find out what's going on. She let's us in, we see my grandma who has an oxygen mask covering her entire head practically (I laughed so hard) and the doctor tells us they're waiting for the test results back but she'l be moved to ICU right after so there's no point in sticking around.
We go home and come back 10 hours later to see her in ICU. A day later she gets moved to the 4th floor and she's been there since. They STILL don't know what's wrong with her and are doing more tests. She's trying to kill herself by taking her oxygen off and running around the halls till she's coughing for air. Silly granny. She's supposed to be out in a day or so but she's doing quite fine besides the coughing till she passes out nonsense.
My entire reading week was a waste as I did absolutely nothing. It was joyous. And very hermit like as I didn't talk to anyone outside my family and I didn't really go anywhere outside the hospital and my house. I start my placement on Monday at 8:30 am at OLP junior YMCA and I think I'm going to want to kill myself or the kids before the day is out. I'll probably reconsider my career ... again, to be honest. Ughh I don't know what I want to do. No, actually, I do. I'll just die if I pursue it because I'm friken allergic to animals *sigh*
Holy fuck I do not feel well at all. My stomach hurts like hell and I think I'm going to be sick. Ughhhhhh ... and I have a headache! Do you not love my whining and complaining? The weather needs to warm it's ass up so I can get out. I'm very antsy and desperately want to go to London.
Oh! And Felicia invaded my house today lol she arrives just in time for dinner and then takes over my computer. I didn't mind, I was bored and too antsy to care about anything to be honest.
//Don't forget to change your clocks!